I was assailed by memories of a life that wasn't mine anymore, but one in which I'd found the simplest and most lasting joys: the smells of summer, the part of town I loved, a certain evening sky, Marie's dresses and the way she laughed.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1907 | 2018-12-01 03:00:12 | 106.08 | 98% |
| 304 | 2017-05-26 14:07:23 | 110.02 | 97% |